Like any other liberal couple cohabiting in the Bay Area, Ned and I responded to the tick-tock of the biological clock for the pitter patter of little feet by going for something we really wanted to do together for awhile. We had talked about it, but it’s a life changing decision. It’s also costly and time consuming. You can’t go about life the way you did before. Of course we had our principles on the matter and decided that adoption was the best choice for us. After some searching, we finally found her.
Folsom @ 10 weeks and only 17 lbs
Meet baby Folsom. She’s a 10 week old Mastador, which is to say a Labrador/Mastiff mix. Right now, she’s about 21lbs and 11 weeks old but she is going to be doing a lot of growing. Her dad, a big Old English Mastiff was apparently 175lbs prompting the family of her mama to hand the litter over to the shelter where we found her, snuggled up with 3 other siblings. I’m happy to report that her sister and two brothers have all found wonderful homes.
She’s amazing and I fall in love with her everyday. The cats, Jazz and Floozy are doing their best to deal with the new situation (frankly, Jazz looks like he got his tail caught in an electric socket) but it will get better. She learns something new about the world everyday and I’m proud to say that under my guidance, she has learned to sit AND lay down in just one week. That even includes healing time from her spay surgery.
So there you have it. Ned and I are two complete pervs and porn performers who have an outwardly “normal” life with two cats, a dog, and a nice little Bay Area apartment next to a lake and a fantasticly cute little shopping and dining district full of amazing independent storefronts and very few corporate chains. I’m pretty happy with things and should life get stressful in the future I’ll have a dog large enough to eat my enemies. It’s a good thing.
Folsom is the cutest dog ever. Just sayin’.